An ode to the relationships that weren’t
Live MintYears after we’d moved out of a building that gossips more than it breathes, started college and met other people, S and I lie in our respective dorms, several states away, texting. Unsurprisingly, then, we resort to terms like ‘special friends’ or uncertain statuses, instead of rigid Facebook labels that will have the aunties pointing fingers. We’re casual friends already but final semesters push even strangers together and we find ourselves grabbing breakfasts together. The quality of being ‘in between’ two states means the door won’t swing shut with something in the way, formless and abstract though it may be. Because ‘building self-esteem’ is wonderful advice for when I need to be assertive at work and absolutely useless when it comes to my brain loop-playing S’s favourite dad jokes at 2AM.
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